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released September 10, 2011

All songs written and produced by Lo!
Guitars, Bass and Vocals recorded by Carl Whitbread
Drums Recorded by Dylan Adams at Stu Stu Studios
Drums Mixed by Adrian Griffin
Mixed by Carl Whitbread
Mastered by Michael Lynch at Shoehorse Sound
Artwork by www.abortedprosthetics.com
Guest vocals on ‘Moira Kindle’ by Richie Lewis

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Dear god our saviour bear witness to worlds collapsing from your children's own devices - Board up the windows! - All shelters is caving in, dead in line - Terrifying visions of the ending circling the cancelled sky - Opening wide into a great landslide - Sleepless eyes terrified - No more hero's hold allegiance swallowed by the starving tide - We die like worms in the sun - No hero wears a mask when facing all the ash - No retreat you just burn - We die like worms in the sun - They'll sell you the sunscreen to watch the world burn down - Dear god our saviour - We crawl down with broken backs - With our fathers skyscrapers pissing poising through your costume - Its shadow kills the solution in its destructive breath - Murderous! - Powerless over visions of the ending circling the cancelled sky - Opening wide into a great landslide - Hollow eyes televised - Heroes beg for mercy eaten by the starving tide - You die like worms in the sun - No hero wears a mask when facing all the ash - No retreat you just burn - We die like worms in the sun - They'll sell you the sunscreen to watch the world burn - You'll watch it burn down - Dear god our failure plagues our street like rats - Where left choking on our vices - Plague. Famine. Death. Pestilence. - Plague. Famine. Death - Afflicting all abandonment - The shelters masked with rust - They charm you with their promises - Abandon all cause - Plagued! - Moment, the signals numb - Plagued! - Cover, where overrun - Plagued! - Moment, the signals numb - Plagued! - Mother earths undone - My sweetheart you've never looked so grey inside out - All my friends are dust - No hero wears a mask when facing all the ash - No retreat you just burn - No more still tides.

Track Name: Bastion

They rattle their cages to break free and crawl - Constricted by frail shackles, crowned with bloody hands - Four broken fingers collapsing through the earth - That bird stop singing now were part of the dirt - Stronghold! - Is a fucking wrecking ball - Death rides a horse with no name - We cradle salvation to censor their war - Abducted in stages, so guile it drifts right through any foundations replaced by their bodies - We climb with broken fingers, collapsing through the earth - That bird stop singing now were part of the dirt - Stronghold! - Is a fucking wrecking ball - Dooms chokehold marches with a cast of a thousand black-tongued choirs - Singing us to sleep in vain - Death rides a horse with no name! - Legions erupt with the dawn an affirmation for strife is near - A declaration of false salvation out to coddle you with bloody fear - An excavation of all untold, there’s no way to the surface clear - A cancellation of life’s donation, out to bury you with souvenirs - Dig deeper boys were going south - Nobody here will survive - Sleeper, March with valour - Walk with me - Dreamer, March with valour - Walk with me - Die with me - Bold! - Golden divide - We hit a line - Nobody here will survive!

Track Name: Hued Tarantula

I lie awake - In contrast, in all of my rapture - Bravery is calling out my core - I lye awake - Held captive on road to departure - Apathy won't vanish with my loyalty - Merciless angel won't you spare this heart from the dead? - All my plagues will beat this horse down in the end - I lye awake - In contrast, in all of my rapture - Without exception no heaven awaits - My legacy has always conquered thieves - My merciless angel won't you spare this heart from the dead? - All my plagues will beat this horse down in the end - Lye! - Lawless shadow can't you break away gracefully? - Clutched by overwhelming colour - Unhelmed by phantoms divulged by no other - Brilliant light directing breath - As I'm cast into a silent death - No passion to mend my broken will - As no time remains in this ritual - With a brilliant streak of disguise - I hail him with open eyes - Take me now -Are you the one called death? - Answers - You must travel with me - Oblivion she welcomes me with open arms - I'm free - I'm free of this shell - I'm free - Merciless angel won't you spare this heart from the dead? - All my plagues will beat this horse down in the end.

Track Name: Aye, Commodore

Commodores at rest wait for you - Suction takes her all the way down low - It never ceases -Electricity enslaves its eye - Faithless and anchored to drowning serpents - Lo! - Clashing! - Void our world we are forsaken - Waves never ceasing - Clashing! - Void our world we are forsaken - Let this be strong that ties me to the hull - And this turbine be thy heart - And we’ll tear this storm apart -Bed down! - Their bodies like braille against the sand - Mercury begs for mercy - She begs - With our ears against the shells we could almost hear home - Scatter the shores like gale, this titans bleeding out - Reply - Scatter the shores like gale, this titans bleeding out - Boom! -They raised you to feel this way - They raised you to never be saved again - To be damned - Clashing! - Void our world we are forsaken.

Track Name: Indigo Division

End of time - An evacuation from your comfort zone - A mass deflation hailing through your paper homes - Alone in the dark you’ll find yourself breaking your own backbone - This coma is my only peace - Dedicate, they more they love you - Suffocate, they more they’ll want you to get on the ground and kiss your T.V - Get on the ground and die - Get on the ground and kiss your T.V - Get on the ground and die - We glamorise pollution - They’ll bill you your execution - You can’t deny the future - Fame is a parasite - Suffering in style - Hungry for your children’s blood and youth, beauty cannot be saved - Fame is a parasite.

Track Name: Moira Kindle

We can’t be sailing in these depths at night - The sharks are feeding on miracles - Awaken the silence - In these depths at night hearts are bleeding - Well the joke isn’t clear if you pin us with arson -These arms of mine, weren’t designed to fly - We can’t be sailing in these depths at night - The sharks are feeding - Awaken the silence - In these depths at night hearts are bleeding - Well the joke isn’t clear if you pin us with arson - These arms of mine, weren’t designed to fly - Burn it down along with stray witnesses - Hold for my signal - Hold for my signal - The social wars gathering so go to bed with your pistol - The fucking signal - Hold for my signal - Hold for my signal - Die for something you’ll never know - Now your smoke signals are vouge - Breathing fire - Now your smoke signals are vouge - Fire sucking for miracles - Hold for my signal - Hold for my signal - The social wars gathering so go to bed with your pistol - The fucking signal - Hold for my signal - Fire at my signal -Burn for something you’ll never know - Burn it down - We’re fire - We’re bearing cold sores on our mouths that are kissing the frosted glass - We’re fire - Well the joke isn’t clear if you pin us with arson - These arms of mine, weren’t designed to fly - Moira is burning through me – BURN - We scrub our feet till the waters red, our sacrifice living with our brother’s guilt.

Track Name: Fire at the Child Actors Guild

Giants run through the fold - Atlas leads them off the map and back - Don't just stand there gut your goddamn laughter - Sound the siren - They cry FIRE! - Isn't there another way? - Hold your wicked tongue against another grave - Can't you see where all the grief has grown? - You suffocate the dedicate your fallen dreams of failure - Its far to late to try and change your dirty prints will echo. - Heed my failure! - Eat my pride where its stowed. - My falter! - Leave my pride where its stowed. - I take the leap and burn out the city - Share your grief with a fifth bag of dreams - Count your teeth and round them to fifty - The giant grows old - Grey like us! - I couldn't tell at that age, failure - We all grew up and now where lining the trenches - The chariot awaits its driver lit by silver screens -Tremble in my legend - No more reflections in me.